Thursday, October 10, 2013

es, sir, Mr. President, sir," Charles Krauthammer, Paul Gigot, Robert Costa, Kathleen Parker, and Byron York told him Tuesday afternoon after they eagerly agreed to let him divide them from the rest of his enemies whom he and his henchmen slanderously label kidnappers, arsonists, teabaggers, anarchists, and terrorists.

To consent to meet under such circumstances with one so entirely devoid of honor, who executes a once great, respected office solely by deceits and falsehoods, is an affront to everything good and decent about America. The bright, unswervable spotlight fixed on his every disingenuous and destructive deed, each violently disloyal to all things that make America exceptional, is what our nation requires most from those entrusted with the duty of independently seeking to uncover and report the whole, unvarnished truth about him, if she is to have any real hope of surviving and eventually recovering from his malevolent machinations and ever self-serving ministrations.

There are already enough slobbering psychophants incredibly calling themselves professional journalists, permanently joined at the rectum with this disgusting despot. He isn't interested in attaching Krauthammer & Kompany to that collective asshole, also. He just wants so desperately to isolate and surgically remove or otherwise choke off the blood supply to what he feels are persistently painful hemorrhoids on the wider White Spite House press "corpse" corps.

Yet too much of what Americans hold dear is at stake to ever keep off the record anything this vindictive tyrant says or does.